No one had seen or heard from the old grey scrote who goes by the Wheelman or his trusted aortic pig valve named Pinto in over a semestral. There had been a couple of possible sightings–last December a man was seen dressed in a santa suit in the outer lobby of a Saulte St Marie Walmart, next to a Salvation Army donation bucket, overzealously ringing a string of bells and shouting at the top of his lungs, “More Cowbell.” In early March, a woman of certain Finnish descent, near a place called Pine Stump Junction, spoke in a barely decipherable tongue, proclaiming she saw a broken down camper van, a macabre man, a wolfie looking dog and a pig valve carrying an empty jerry can along a snow covered forest road in a blizzard.
May 1st, 2024–Lady Luck the Wheelman’s touring bicycle is awakened out of hibernation by large waves crashing against the rocks of the Lake Superior Shoreline. She is hanging like a bat upside down on a hook in a shed outside a small log cabin. As she comes to her senses, outside she can hear the drumming of a grouse, the cry of a sandhill crane and the seasons first house flies buzzing and pattering off the glass of the shed window. She wonders, where are my people? They aren’t here?
Lady Luck does a graceful backflip off the hooks, lands it and scores a perfect 10. She quickly boots up her laptop, opens an AI enhanced version of Google Earth and starts a search for Pinto and Wheelguy. First of May, where might they be? Possibly trail work on that National Scenic Trail known as the North Country Trail? The AI enhanced version captures the trail map and surrounding areas of the western UP of Michigan. Lady Luck next plugs in a license plate number, utilizes another AI function, hits enter and…boom chucka lucka lucka, boom chucka lucka lucka, there it is–Camper Van Beethoven, parked on a graveled wooded road in Ontonagon County, an area known as the Trap Hills, East of the Porcupine Mountain Wilderness area. Lady Luck then uses the nano chip-ultra focus function, you pay extra for that, and sees an old Specialized Rockhopper bicycle laying on some abandoned railroad tracks along with a backpack and a chainsaw about 1/2 mile from the Van. She follows the tracks east and recognizes a woman who simply goes by “M” walking the tracks. Lady Luck focuses in closer and sees that “M” looks a wee bit pissed. Up the tracks another 1/4 mile she spots two decaying men riding those fat tire bikes with chain saws on their backs. She recognizes Stella the snow bike, the Wheelguy, Pinto the Pig Valve and the Wheelguy’s trail buddy who goes by “J”. J and M are a couple or maybe after this adventure, were once a couple.
This team or elderly trail crew would be more apt, had volunteered to cover for another trail sawyer and help out on this section of the North Country Trail–seven trees were reported down and blocking the trail.
Choices–Do you access the downed trees by hiking up a long steep muddy bluff carrying a chainsaw, extra fuel, bar oil, water, lunch, first aid kit, etc in what’s known as the Scenic Trap Hills area–about a 6-7 mile round trip or do you utilize fat bikes and take the flatter 8 mile sneak route along the abandoned rail line that once carried ore from the copper mine in the former mining town of White Pine?
Bikes, with their strong persuasive techniques, ruled this day and off they go. “M” opted for an old school mountain bike with 2 inch tires. It had a rack for the chain saw. Realizing after 1/2 mile that her tires could not handle the jarring of the rail ties she wisely dumped her load of gear and began to walk happily unencumbered. The two dolts bump along the tracks on their fat steeds getting thwacked in the face every few hundred yards by overgrown branches.
Stella the fat bike is in her element. The Wheelman is lost in thought, searching for traditional train songs in the ghost vinyl housed deep in the noddle. Pinto the Aortic Pig Valve is working at full bore as the incessant bouncing sloshes blood over the sides of his porcine tissue.
The pedaling is about as fast as a belly crawl and “M” catches up with the bikers often when they have to dismount and push around downed and overgrown wood along the tracks.
These abandoned tracks provide a nice travel corridor for wildlife to move freely through the dense forest and around the cliff bands. Scat in every size, flavor, and color decorate this rail line like ornaments on a holiday tree. A bear, most likely, fresh out of hibernation, leaves a gigantic wrapped gift. Beavers doing both the backstroke and the crawl construct dams and houses along seemingly every creek drainage.
High above the cliffs of these Trap Hills is a hacking site where young Peregrine Falcons are nurtured, provided a pen and food, then released in the hopes that they will return to these cliffs and someday to nest.
The tracks develop a life of their own as a stylus sets down on the ghost vinyl. A train, engine 143 is running late and crashes upon the rocks on a bend trying to make up for lost time. Georgie our main character is gravely injured. The Wheelman wails out the last stanza into a misty fog as they thump along the tracks.
“The doctor said to Georgie your life cannot be saved
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave
His face was covered up with blood and his eyes they could not see
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer my God to thee”
At about the four mile mark the team spots the signature blue blazes marking the North Country Trail. The trail crosses the tracks heading SE and the teams hikes in taking out 7 down trees in a 3/4 mile stretch.
Total exhaustion engulfs the two bikers on the return trip–internal organs shaken so badly they no longer reside in the proper spot. “M” is the only one still in one piece.
The last sign of the Wheelman and Pinto that day was of them sitting on the farthest western bar stool in the country’s eastern time zone.
Camper Van Beethoven
“M” a Few Minutes Before Making the Smart Decision to Leave all the Gear and Simply Hike.
“J” Getting Thwacked Once Again.
Beaver House constructed in their impoundment. Bear Dung Below…
“J” bumping along. The actual North Country Trail is at the Top of the Ridge you see in the Background.
The Wheelman. The Peregrine Hacking Site is on the Ridge above the Cliff Band.
Thank you J and M for including Pinto, Stella and the Old Scrote on this adventure. It was memorable.
Cheers!